“Well, to be honest,” the man said, “there is a difference between stars and apples.”

The fairy giggled. She couldn’t help it, remembering all the times she had carried a basket of apples and tossed one for him to catch, pretending they were scattering stars together while walking through the green orchard.

Hearing her laugh, the man’s face softened with pleasure.

“There are going to be a lot of falling stars tonight,” he warned. “I’m wishing on every single one of them.”